Title: How to Date a Douchebag: The Failing Hours
Genre: New Adult, Sports Romance, College Romance
Author: Sara Ney
Release Date: January 31, 2017
Blurb:
Zeke Daniels isn't just a douchebag; he's an asshole.
A total and complete jerk, Zeke keeps people at a distance.
He has no interest in relationships—most assholes don’t.
Dating? Being part of a couple? Nope. Not for him.
He's never given any thought to what he wants in a
girlfriend, because he's never had any intention of having one.
Shit, he barely has a relationship with his family, and
they're related; his own friends don’t even like him.
So why does he keep thinking about Violet DeLuca?
Sweet, quiet Violet—his opposite in every sense of the word.
The light to his dark, even her damn name sounds like rays
of sunshine and happiness and shit.
And that pisses him off, too.
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Excerpt:
The clock on the wall counts the seconds, steady as the rhythm
of my beating heart, which thumps wildly within my chest until the glass door
to the library opens, propelled by a gust of wind.
Some new fallen leaves flutter in, the heavy doors slamming from
the draft.
Along with them? Zeke Daniels.
He shuffles in, dark gray sweatpants hanging low on his hips,
black Iowa Wrestling hoodie pulled up
over his head, the university’s bright yellow mascot screen-printed across the
chest. Backpack slung over one shoulder, black athletic flip-flops, and a pair
of black sunglasses perched on the bridge of his strong nose complete the overall
ensemble.
He is utterly…ridiculous.
Unapproachable.
Daunting.
His arrogance knows no bounds; I can see it in his loose gait,
the exaggerated swagger, and the too-casual way he’s dragging his flip-flops
across the cold, marble tile floor. It’s noisy, irritating, and completely
uncalled for.
In the moment, my mind drifts to his personal life, and I
theorize that he listens to heavy metal music to sooth his foul temperament,
drinks his coffee black—as black as his soul—and his liquor straight up. I
imagine once he’s had sex with someone, they’re never invited back. I go one
step further and theorize that they’re never invited to spend the night at his
place, either.
Zeke Daniels makes his way to a table at the far end of the
room, near the periodicals, one out of the way with plenty of privacy.
Sets his bag down in one of the four wooden chairs. Flicks on
the small study lamp. Plugs his laptop cord into the base and stands.
Turns.
Our eyes would have met then were it not for those ludicrous
sunglasses. I choose the exact moment he lifts his gaze to look down at the
ground. Busy myself with shuffling papers on the counter. Count to ten instead
of chanting, Please don’t come over, please
don’t come over, please don’t come over…
But luck isn’t on my side because he most decidedly does.
Makes his way over like a predator at a pace so deliberate, I’m
convinced he’s doing it on purpose. As if he suspects I’m watching from under
my long lashes, dreading his imminent arrival.
He basks in my discomfort.
The distance between us closes, his strides purposeful.
Twenty feet.
Fifteen.
Ten.
Eight.
Three.
His large hand reaches up, pushing down the hood of his
sweatshirt, his fingertips pinching the earpiece of his sunglasses and pulling
them off his face. My eyes follow the movements as he folds them closed,
hanging them on the neckline of his hoodie.
His gaze lingers—those clear gray eyes famous around campus—and
finds the shiny silver bellhop bell perched on the counter with the sign next
to it that reads, Ring for help.
Ding.
The tip of his forefinger presses down on the small bell.
Ding.
He hits it again, despite me standing not three feet in front of
him.
What an ass.
In The Series:
How to Date a Douchebag: The Studying Hours
Author Bio:
Purveyor of all things witty & romantic, I love: iced
latte's, traveling, and bright, bold colors. On any given day, you can find me
in my office, lovingly gazing at my bookshelf or shuffling my Bic felt-tip pen
collection. I love hand writing letters, and sarcasm.
I live in the midwest, but "Will Write for
Travel," and believe everyone should follow their dreams, no matter how
big or small. My favorite authors include Cindy Miles, S Walden, Suzanne Enoch,
Tessa Dare (to name a few). I am a glutton for Historical, RomCom, Sports and
MC romance.
One husband. Two daughters. Plenty of chaos.
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